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... e scent of baked bread and roasted meat lingered in the air, warm and inviting, while the faint clinking of silverware echoed across the vast space as servants moved gracefully about, attending to the gathered guests.
Aria stepped in, her heels clicking lightly against the polished floor, and was relieved to see that Zyren had somehow not arrived yet, even though it was clear that other people had. The werewolf delegation had already taken their places—all except their king.
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